I shudder to think that there may come a time in the not too distant future when going to somebody’s home and discovering it devoid of books will be about as remarkable as a house having indoor plumbing.
For the last 15 years I have become more and more concerned about the direction in which humanity has allowed itself to be herded. This is a subject I’ve spent so much time thinking about, but this isn’t the time to elaborate. So, I’ll get back to what matters now. Just knowing that the prospect of books becoming obsolete exists, is too depressing to contemplate. There aren’t that many things I am as passionate about as writing, literature, the acquisition of knowledge and what it can do for you. To put it plainly, reading informs, entertains and transforms and books are what enable that to happen.
To imagine that technology - even if it reaches heights that aren’t even a knock on the anti-room of a programmers imagination yet - should be any reason for books to be replaced, or that their production, supply and demand should lessen makes absolutely no sense. There is no good reason for it, except hypocritical, self-serving ones generated by an ever-increasing number of a new breed, whose lack of morals, sensibility and taste prevent them from understanding that they are denying the world the one of the oldest,and most important icons in the history of humanity and civilized society
